Standard disclaimer .. My story, not yours, respect that. If consentual gay sex offends you then I'm not sure what you are doing here in the first place, but read no further ...
I had just taken a new job that required me to be in Portland for a couple of weeks each month, which I was OK with, since Minneapolis had been getting boring of late. However, when I got there, the first meeting was with the team .. no one was there, but me and the Project Manager. There was supposed to be 8 other programmers.
"So you're Stephen right?"
"Yeah, am I early? Where is everyone?"
"Well, about that, there have been some cut backs on this project and they laid off the rest of the team. The project is all yours."
"Uh, what? I can't take on the project on my own, I am only here a couple of weeks each month as support for the new application"
"That's been taken care of, you're corporate apartment is across the street, and you'll be here full time for the duration. I'm confused. They we're supposed to have told you about this."
I just sat there dumbfounded. I wasn't prepared to take on this project alone. In fact, I had bullshitted my way through the interview teling them I could do all sorts of stuff I had barely heard of.. After a minute or so of silence Daryl snapped his fingers ..
"hello, did they not tell you this?"
"Um, no. I was not informed, but hey, I don't mind being here full-time.. I'll need to take the day and get squared away, is that all alright?"
"Hey, I'm not your boss, you can manage your time however you see fit. I'm just here to answer any questions you have with the current application."
"Ok great... well I'll take a look through the code tomorrow and hit you up in the afternoon with any questions."
That afternoon, I spent the day at Powell's book store grabbing all the different programming books I'd need to get through this project and that night I read .. read and then read some more.
A few weeks went by and I had gotten up to speed was developing like a mad man. I had initially been super nervous about the project but everything was falling into place. From my office I had a great view of the sun rising over Mt. Hood and setting over Mt. St. Helens. Portland turned out to be one of the greatest cities I had ever lived in, and I was having a blast.
Monday morning on my fourth week, I was formulating an algorithm for computing interest rates on large sums being transacted for the nightly run, and my phone rang. It was Theron. Theron was my "boss" in Minneapolis. He had initially hired me for this project and was the one ultimately responsible for the finished project. Apparently he had planned on being out in Portland for a few days this week to meet with the original team for a status update. Under the previous arrangement I was supposed to be back in Minneapolis during this week, leaving my apartment open for him to stay in. Those arrangements had never been altered so he effectively had no place to stay, as the hotels in the downtown area were all at capacity.
"Stephen, I'm coming into Portland tomorrow, and I need to crash with you.. are you going to have any problems with that?"
"Um. No I guess not. It's a one bedroom apartment, but the couch pulls out so I can crash there and give you my room for the week."
"Ok, sorry to put you out, but I totally spaced off letting Margie know the changes in the situation so she never changed my travel plans."
"No worries, we'll make it work."
After I hung up, I sat there a moment and sighed. What was I gonna do. Theron was a 6 foot 2 red headed bear of a man that made me a spring a major hard on when I interviewed with him .. it was the most awkward 2 hours of my life. I spent most of the time positioning myself to hide my hard on, while trying to focus enough to answer the technical questions he was asking me properly. What was I going to do having him in my apartment for several days.
The next day, Theron walked into my office and sat down .. I stayed uncomfortably behind my desk with an instant hard on ... What was it about him that had that effect on me?
I started running through the current progress, and he immediately stopped me, and said "We have all day tomorrow for that. I'm worn out, can we just go grab a beer and get some dinner?"
I was a bit taken aback, since the only place I had been hanging out in Portland was a gay bar that had a great craft beer lineup.
I honestly, didn't know where else to take him... so I explained that I was really into craft beer and this place had the best, but the clientele was a not was he was probably used too. He said he didn't mind, just wanted a beer.
I had never been in the place during the day, and the greco-roman nude wrestlers that adorned the walls were WAY more obvious during the day, so I was noticeably uncomfortable.
"Dude, relax. This is not the first gay bar I have ever been in .. it's not a problem. They do have great beer and this burger is delicious. Relax."
So we spent the next hour catching up and shooting the shit. Theron turned out to be a really nice guy, which I hadn't ever really picked up on before.
After we were done with dinner, we hopped the Max and headed back to the apartment. Theron wanted to shower and wash off the travel so I showed him where the towels were and while he cleaned up, I turned the TV on and tried to relax a bit.
A bit later, Theron came out of the bathroom just wearing a towel. I gasped a bit, apparently modesty was not going to be the order of the week. My nervous level jumped a bit higher.
I was sitting in my chair trying to pretend that the nature show on the TV was the most interesting thing in the world. Theron literally fell onto the couch and asked if I had any beer in the fridge. I jumped up to grab him one, and as I walked toward the kitchen, I noticed his towel riding up a bit and his nice plump cock just laying against his thigh. Theron was a red head and the carpet matched the drapes ... I was definitely going to need some cold showers to get me through the week.
While we drank beer, I pretended to watch TV, while trying to look at his cock as much as possible without it being obvious... every now and then our eyes would meet, and I would try to come up with some witty comment to make it seem like I wasn't staring at him.
After a few beers had been consumed it got to the point were sleeping arrangements were going to have to be dealt with. I was more than willing to take the couch, and made that clear. Theron wouldn't hear it. The apartment had a king size bed and he felt there was no reason that either of us should be uncomfortable on the couch.
"we're both guys right .. "
I just thought .. oh boy, this will be a long week.
Theron just dropped his towel, stretched a bit and crawled under the covers naked. I just stood there for a minute trying to figure out what to do. Theron, looked over at me and said "Don't feel like you need to wear any clothes if you normally sleep in the buff. I don't want to put you out at all. I'm the inconvenience here."
So I turned around and stripped my clothes off and tried to get into the bed without him noticing my raging hard on.
I rolled over on my side facing away from him and turned the light off. A few minutes of silence went by and Theron asked if I was sleeping.
"No, not yet. I'm kinda of a night owl, so it takes awhile for me to fall asleep."
"I know what you mean. I hope I am not stepping over any bounds, but I noticed you checking me out earlier."
I don't think I took a breathe or felt my heart beat for several seconds... I didn't know how to respond. Turns out I didn't have to. I felt his hand start caressing my thigh.
"Are you ok with this?"
I just gasped a bit and said "You have no idea. I have admired you from a distance ever since our first interview"
"Good, I thought so, glad my senses are dulling in my old age" and with that he rolled into a spooning position with me and began stroking my chest and kissing me on the back of my neck.. He whispered into my ear "I've been checking you out from a distance too, and to be honest, I have a hotel room booked down the street, but wanted the opportunity to be with you this week."
I giggled .. literally giggled and said "I'm glad you chose Motel me rather than the Motel 6" ...
I rolled over facing him, and we started kissing, just brief pecks at first, but than he pushed a bit harder, and I felt his tongue slip between my lip and I sucked it in.. our tongues mingled and he tasted sweet with a hint of the beers we had been drinking.
I felt his hand move down my chest hairs to my belly .. he rubbed my belly in circles while we enjoyed each others taste.
I slid my hand under his neck and rubbed his hairy back cupping his firm ass while my other hand played with his nipple.
He slowly moved his hand down my stomach and began stroking my pubic hair. I felt like I was going to cum all over him and he hadn't even touched my cock yet.
He skipped right over my shaft and started cupping and kneading my balls, occasionally moving his hands over my thighs. I was in heaven.
I moved my hand down his chest and greedily moved my hands immediately to his cock. I started slowly stroking his cock ... He broke our kiss and started moaning and laid his head back on that pillow.
I explored every inch of his thick hard cock with my fingertips, as his hand came back up my thigh and he gripped my throbbing member with his hand. It took every ounce of control not to explode right then and there. I pulled away, which caused him to look over and ask what was wrong.
"Nothing, I just don't want to cum so quick and I am ready to blow."
Before he could I respond I got on all fours and straddled him, kissing his forehead, his nose, then his lips.. we made out for a minute. I moved down his chest exploring his whole body with my tongue. I slid down a bit and started working my way down his belly and in a few seconds was inches from his amazing cock. The cock I had been fantasizing about for the last several weeks in Portland. The cock I had spent most of the night trying not to stare at while he sat on the couch ...
I licked it from the base of his balls to the tip, cleaning up the pre-cum that was leaking out. It was delicious. Sweet, salty, the way a man tastes. I went back down and began sucking on his balls. He was squirming and moaning and he grabbed my head and almost screamed "Suck me!"
I engulfed as much of his meat as I could .. it was thicker than anything I had ever tried to fit in my mouth ... I gagged, but pushed on. Slowly opening my throat a little more and a little more .. He squealed.
I cupped his balls and slowly played with them while I sucked like I had never sucked before. I could taste his pre-cum filling my mouth as my saliva soaked his cock.
He stopped me, and told me to give him a minute to calm down .. he didn't want this to end anymore than I did.
He shifted his position and before I knew it, his face was down at my cock while I still inches from his ... He gave me a few licks and almost simultaneously we engulfed our respective members and began sucking ... it took only moments, but we both began to explode into the others mouth, I had never felt anything quite like that... his hot cum exploding against the back of my throat like a geyser. All I could do was to start swallowing as much as possible ..
My orgasm hit me like a freight train, and felt like it was never going to end.
We both fell into our pillows and let out a collective sigh of sheer exhaustive pleasure.
Theron leaned over and kissed me, our cum intermingling, creating a slick delicious kiss.
He leaned back on his pillow and just said, "This will be the best work trip ever"
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